This Christmas season, I am reflecting on how different each of our holidays and traditions are from those of our neighbors.
My sister and her son celebrated early, before my brother-in-law shipped out for his overseas job. Some exchange gifts on Christmas Eve, and some don’t even have a tree.
Some households will be filled with the smells of turkey, or ham, or in my Dad’s case (I hope), some sort of beef roast. The man hates chicken.
Despite all this, I think there are a few things we share in our collective holiday genetics. I was born in 1978, so my childhood Christmases are all from the early 80’s. There are things that I’ve had at every single Christmas that I can remember. I bet if you think about it, they were present at yours, too.
These things are:
1. Peach Blossom Candies
It amazes me that these things get produced. I’m not sure anybody enjoys them, but whenever I come across a can full, I can’t resist. Once you’ve eaten one, and eventually get the uber-sticky candy shell picked out of your teeth (and fillings), it’s not long before you grudgingly head back in for another. It’s like the lesson you just can’t learn.
Beth once actually lost a tooth eating these. She had her first one since then yesterday. Man, was she tentative! The fear of having teeth ripped from your gums really sticks with a person.
I used to eat myself sick on them. I never set out to do that, I just couldn’t stop once I’d started.
2. Hard Candies
If these weren’t still in the canister, safely encased in the cardboard/wax paper cocoon of awesome, they were (for me, at least) sitting on my Nana’s coffee table in a depression-era green glass candy dish. Always.
These are another of Christmas’ mysteries. Somehow they welded tightly to each other, and you had to literally pry or chip away until you had the one you thought you wanted. I couldn’t find them this year, and I didn’t research exactly what that goopy, pasty stuff is that’s inside of them. Quite frankly, I’m not sure I really care to find out.
For me, these are synonymous with Nana’s house being filled with people and Christmas cheer.
3. Ribbon Candy
I suppose I understand why they’re called ribbon candy, but Brightly-colored Edible Razors would be just as apt. I’m not sure I ever got through an entire “serving” without bleeding. Still, they’re bright colors always lure me in for more. It’s a favorite. I guess I like the challenge. I much the way I enjoy extreme weather, these represent extreme candy. You can’t passively experience ribbon candy. You’ve got to bring your A-game. You need focus, determination, and good health insurance.
These things are my Christmas staples.
What are yours? Did any of these items ever make an appearance at your place? Or your grandmothers? I bet they did.
Tell me all about it in the comment section below. Or, add to the list – I’m curious to find out what else we share.